Page 91 of Broken Skulls

He lets me fall on top of him, his arms coming up to wrap across my back. “Do you want kids? Do you want to adopt?” he asks.

“No.”

“Then stop this. I don’t want kids. I’ve never wanted kids. But if either of us change our minds, we tell each other. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He squeezes me tight.

“I know you might always doubt my honesty … my love, but I’m prepared to forever remind you that you’re deserving ofthem.” He brushes his fingers down my face. “I love you.” His lips press against the top of my head, and his fingers drag lightly over my back.

“I love you too,” I whisper.

At some point I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know an alarm is going off.

No, not an alarm.

Jacob rolls me off him gently. He sits up, blindly searching for his pants at the foot of the bed. When he finds them and his phone, he answers.

He listens for a second. “On my way,” he says at the same time he starts sliding his pants over his feet. He hangs up and tosses the phone on the bed. “I’ve got to go. The club needs me.”

“Oh, okay. Is everything all right?”

He opens the door to let in some light. “I’m not sure, but you need to get dressed too.”

The urgency in his voice has me up and scrambling to find my clothes. He tosses my shirt to me at the same time I shove his boots toward him.

“We’ll know more when we get there.”

As soon as we’re both dressed, he pulls me close and gives me a forehead kiss. “I don’t want you to be scared. Whatever is going on, the club will handle it, okay?”

I tip my head, looking up at him. “I’m not scared.”

The way he smiles at me lights up my soul.

“I love you and I trust you, even though the voice inside my head doesn’t at times.”

He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me. “While you deserve my love, I know for a fact that I don’t deserve yours. But I’m going to take it. I’m going to hold it so fucking careful. I promise.”

I’d love to get lost in his eyes, but his family needs him. “We better go.”

“Yeah. Shit.” He takes my hand and rushes up the stairs. “My brain shuts off around you.”

I laugh, squinting at the bright sun as he lifts me onto the back of his bike.

“I can get on myself,” I half-heartedly complain as he buckles my helmet.

“There are a lot of things you can do for yourself that you no longer will be doing.”

The wink he gives me makes my stomach flutter in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt.

I wrap myself around him as soon as he settles in front of me. I’ve never felt more at home than here, on the back of his bike.

The high of riding with him is short lived however, squashed by the heaviness at the warehouse.

Something is very wrong.

The entire room is almost bulging with people before Jackson whistles. “I’m not beating around the bush, because we don’t have time for that shit. Jesse is missing.”

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